…is the day after yesterday, the day to implement what yesterday said and i did! I talked to my father about my mother, Sister M the nun and Miss D the therapist. About the sexual damage. That as my father he should be the one man i can trust. And about needing “a bit of testosterone in this sea of progesterone.” And relational order. I asked him to put in a good word for me with my ex husband. I just went ahead and dd it.
And i learned that he is mentally incompetent.
…a couple of hours later:
Hes not that bad. He got a dumb idea that i was coming on to him because of a helpless sexual reaction i had late in the day when i was hot and tired early in the summer. I panicked but nobody helped. I think i can trust my thoughts so far as to know that now he realizes his mistake. I dont see him knowing where to go with it. But i have an ally in my son who lived here with him for 5 years so, Allelujah! It is well.